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Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, II: an old-fashioned home (search)
se-Shoe Robinson, a book by the author of Swallow barn, both which are very entertaining. I have also read Miss Burney's Cecelia. To his mother he thus recounted his doings:— I will now tell you of our May party. We met on the 30th of April at 5 A. M. just down by Thornton's to choose a queen ... Afterwards we went to Mount Auburn and walked and played until 10 o'clock when we came home. ... I forgot to say that as [we] were going to Mount Auburn we stopped a little while at Mrs. Foster's and she gave us some cake. We found no flowers except half blown anemones. Dearly-Beloved Mother, The miniature tigresses' (that is Aunt Nancy, and Mrs.—) being absent, I sit down, away from the discord of feminine voices, which there usually is when I write! What do you think of that? ... Aunt Nancy will hardly ever show me any of your letters, for she says you always write sentiment to her, and sublunary things to the rest of us. I had a splendid time on the fourth of July.
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, VI: in and out of the pulpit (search)
ty; and died, like so many other good things, in endeavoring to be born. The effort to include women members failed, but he persisted in similar cases, as when much later he accomplished the admission of Julia Ward Howe to the Academy of Arts and Sciences. Of all the movements which claimed the young reformer's support, that of anti-slavery was nearest his heart. He wrote to his mother:— We have had another interesting beggar, viz. a colored brother of gigantic proportions, named Foster, who is raising money for an excellent Manual Labor School he has started (for fugitive slaves and others) in Michigan. He spent the night here and was very good company; told plenty of stories about slaves and slave-catchers; a man of superior intelligence, information and humor. . . . I entirely forgot he was black,—(though I never have much colorphobia). Later, when the prejudice against the race seemed increasing, he wrote, The worst trait of the American race seems to me this infer